#bxatingxhearts

bxatingxhearts | Jamael Ferguson. 

it has been rough the last couple of weeks. the 2am fights with the slamming doors became bigger within each week. fighting about the most smallest reasons, it was really getting bad. so, eline had booked an 8 days vacation for the both of them to start fresh, to start over with no yelling, no fighting, just the two of them being happy like they used to. a trip to paris, somewhere totally different then just london. so, after finally unpacking their stuff in their small villa, eline took him to the scene to make a boadtrip. ‘baby, you forgot your snapback.’ eline spoke, quickly placing the snapback ontop of his head before heading out to the beautiful river. it was pretty crowded, even at 10pm at night, where the city was lightened by the beautiful lights of paris itself. ‘gosh, i don’t even know why in the world we fighted so much, i should never have started - i’m sorry for being such a rude bitch towards you the last couple of weeks. i don’t know what’s wrong with me, or.. the fact why you still even like me that much. ’

@thisisimogen: i know that i’m only 19 years old and that i have a whole life infront of me. but you know what? i’m so incredibly happy to spend the rest of my life and the rest of the upcoming years with @jamaelofficial. really am the most luckiest girl in the world. <3 💕

‘’So the girl in the picture..  – she is ‘just a friend’, do you really think I am going to believe that after seeing this picture I really want to delete of my mind?! Which I really can’t?!’’ Imogen yelled, really getting to the edge of being furious. Yes, maybe Jamael was on tour, Imogen just letted him go and letted him do whatever made HIM happy, and to make his fans proud. But after this picture was being printed into her mind, there was no way Imogen was going to forgive him this fast. Imogen shook her head, making fists of her hands while she was really trying to calm him down. There was fighting in his own tourbus with bodyguards surrounding them, but the only thing Imogen could ever think about was that damn picture. ‘’You get 1 minute to explain, or I’m going back home.’’ 

“And you’re talking to me why?”

NEVER IN HER LIFE imogen had been feeling so nervous and anxious about something before. just a year ago, imogen got engaged and now she’s getting ready for her wedding day. her make-up was just finished, her hair was wavy/curly and imogen took a deep breath, studying herself in the mirror. thanking her bestie for doing this for her, but when imogen wanted to speak again, her friend rebecca got the dress and pulled it up. taking a deep breath, imogen got in it. strapless, perfectly fitted against her body, showing of her figure with some sparkles. her dress was the dress of her dreams. taking her heels on, imogen studied herself in the mirror, wanted to cry but rebecca refused her to, not wanting to make up to get smudgy. ‘’sorry, sorry.. i’m just happy.’’ walking down the long stairs, imogen greated her father, feeling his lips getting attached to her cheek softly. imogen just wanted to see jamael, that’s all she ever wanted, to be with the one she loved with her whole heart. ‘’please don’t let me fall dad.’’ imogen whispered, impatiently waiting infront of the big doors, hearing the crowd on the other side talking pretty loud.

   “whattaya mean you don’t feel like    swimming? c’mon, get in the water!”